We enter. We emerge. Or at least, we think we do. And so we long to crawl back inside because the sense of loss is real, the bawling of a newborn over the harshness of first light, air, noise, texture….
And yet, what at first is blinding fades into myriad qualities of sunlight glowing onto astounding beauty. What at first feels dry and cold becomes somet…
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